Page 17 of His Own Heaven

Her smile was broad and genuine. “Yes.”

Toby let go of the breath he hadn’t realised he was holding and asked Lucy one more thing. “And while you’re in my house, do you agree to do as you’re told, like a good little fuck toy should?”

She squirmed on the cushion by his feet, and Toby could have sworn he heard her whimper. She nodded eagerly. “Yes, Sir.”

Reaching down, he cupped her scarred cheek, smiled when she leaned into his palm and rubbed against him, already drawing comfort from his touch. “I’m going to take such good care of you, baby. Now, tell me your safeword, and then we’ll move on to your hard limits.”

“Foxgloves,” she said, and his knees trembled.Foxgloves. His favourite flower.

So fucking perfect.

She could have been imagining it—and probably was—but Lucy could have sworn Toby wobbled on his feet when she said her safeword.Ridiculous. She shoved the thought away and focused on more important things, like listing off her hard limits and hoping like hell she wasn’t making a huge mistake.

Not that she was worried about Toby and Charlie hurting her, just that she really hoped her earlier hunch about Toby was correct and that he was in fact a true Dominant, a man who could satisfy all her physical wants and needs as well as her psychological ones. Because one, what was the point in being there if she wasn’t going to get what she came for, and two, she genuinely liked the man and didn’t want to have to look for another job purely because he’d turned out to be all show and no go and she could no longer hold any respect for him.

“I can give you what you want. I can give you what you need. And you need it, don’t you, baby?”

Yes. Yes she did.

Charlie wasn’t dominant. That was obvious. But he was sexy and sweet and a total voyeur if the noises coming from the daybed were any indication. And really, it was probably for the best that only one of the brothers was dominant. If Toby turned out to be as intense as she hoped he was, she wasn’t sure she could handle that intensity times two.

Just then, Toby reached out and stroked the blade of his finger along the edge of her jaw. His touch was gentle, even though his hands were rough. She liked the feel of his skin on hers. It was warm and inviting, and she wanted more. Much more.

“What are your hard limits, Lucy?” Toby’s voice was as gentle as his touch and just as rough.

Lucy listed off everything she’d never do, which pretty much amounted to anything illegal, anything that drew blood, and anything involving bodily fluids that weren’t semen.

“And facials,” she added, unable to keep the hint of venom from her voice. “They’re degrading, and I won’t do it.”

“I thought women loved getting facials,” Charlie said.

Toby chuckled. “I believe she means the porno kind, not the cosmetic kind,” he said over his shoulder.

“To be honest, I’m not overly keen on the cosmetic kind either,” Lucy said, drawing the big man’s attention back to her. When he gave her a quizzical look, she pointed to her scars. “They don’t react well to foreign substances.”

His frown deepened. “Do those foreign substances include wax?”

Wax?She swallowed hard and clenched her thighs together to quash the sudden throbbing in her clit. It didn’t work. “Wax is okay,” she blurted, the words tripping over each other in her haste to get them out.

“I think she likes the wax idea,” Charlie teased, getting to his feet. “I wonder what else she’d like.”

What would she like? At this point she’d like to scream in frustration. She hadn’t had sex with an actual human being in what felt like forever, and these guys were driving her crazy, dragging it out like they weren’t certain she was a sure thing and they were going the extra mile to be sure she wasn’t going to bolt out the door the first chance she got.

Okay, so she did, in fact, appreciate that they were taking her safety seriously and getting to know her preferences instead of simply charging into the unknown like some of the fumbling bumblers she’d come across over the years. It showed they knew what they were doing, which was gratifying, and it showed they cared about her pleasure as much as their own, which, in her experience, was rare.

But they also had to know the anticipation was killing her.

Seriously. She was naked, wet, and willing and—besides Toby’s magic finger ride in the truck—neither one of them had even tried to cop a feel yet. Which, again, made for a refreshing change, butcome on!She was crawling out of her skin with need, and they were just standing there looking like every woman’s sexual fantasy come to life and…

Not. Touching. Her!

She curled her hands into fists where they rested on her knees, let her fingernails bite into the soft flesh of her palms until it hurt. Then she let the pain redirect her focus.

She could do this. No problem. If the Bennett brothers wanted to draw this out and make an evening of it, who was she to complain?

She was the woman whose last sexual encounter had been with a bloke so uninspiring she’d actually dozed off during his insipid attempt to go down on her. He’d been so insulted by her lack of enthusiasm that he’d stormed out of her house. She’d been so insulted by his lack of talent that she’d finished herself off with her bullet vibe and some internet porn.

She hadn’t been back to speed dating since—not until tonight. And only because Toby Bennett had made her desperate. And now he was making her desperate and crazy.

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